Daily route

Victor Bolshov

Next left,
Then, in a hundred feet, turn sharply right.
You’re so… undeft.
They’re waiting for you, chanting outside.

You see the light?
Come on, you’re making this look stupid-overheavy.
You ever tried
To be on our side of this unpleasant levy?

Be cool.
The guy with axe has children, don’t you dare
To overrule
Whatever he’s inclined to offer over there.

I really mean it:
The sorry wreck you are, you can’t be winning.
Have you got a minute?
Oh yeah. That’s all you got, my man, I’m kidding.

  • Author: Victor Bolshov (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2025 08:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's about relativity: how steps most important for one, are no more than a routine, for the other
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 20
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  • arqios

    Welcome to MPS πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

    • Victor Bolshov

      Thanks!

      • arqios

        Most welcome πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Well done. Welcome to MPS, my friend! πŸŒΉπŸ‘

        • Victor Bolshov

          Looks like a nice community! I'm happy you liked my poem. English is not my native language, so it's double-valued!

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Oh, wow! You did very well for it not being your native language. I would not have known from this poem, for sure. Double impressive, my friend. Indeed, this is a wonderful community. Glad you’re here.

          • sorenbarrett

            Indeed I get it it is all relative. Yet the beginning of this poem set my mind reeling. Asking directions in Miami once the officer said go to the light turn right then three blocks take a left, to to the sign don't turn there one more block take a right three blocks on the left will be a parking lot pass it for another two buildings then look for a flag pole and it is three buildings down on the other side of the street. What was easy to him confusing to me. Lovely poem what is clear to some enigmatic to others.

            • Victor Bolshov

              Happy that it resonated, especially that it did so in a most unexpected way πŸ™‚



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